Grow
Installation
Cables, salt cristals, steel, cable clamps, lime, soil, ceramics, melted tin
Collective exhibition “JAIMES”, curation Marie de Gaulejac, Triangle – Astérides, Marseille, 2022
Photos : Aurélien Mole
Intrication, engagement
Etchings on zinc
For sale on www.sissi-club.com/editions/
Etching on zinc plate, Paper: 24x30cm / Image: 15x20cm, 2022
The Moonfish Club
Collective exhibition, curation Cédric Fauq, CAPC musée d’art contemporain, Bordeaux, 2021 – 2022
Photos : Arthur Pequin
On a wall by Esther Gaton
Scatter, sea water, salt crystals, vegetal ink, metal, 2021
Loose Compass
Performance, CAPC musée d’art contemporain, Bordeaux, 2022
Photo : Arthur Péquin
Seconds
Performance, programmation INVITE.E.X.S par Anne Vimeux, Sissi Club, 2022
Photo : Theo Eschenauer
The flower in the cut-in-half
plastic water bottle bent
to catch some of the kitchen’s
window light.
I move through the one-room apartment reaching the mattress and bowed,
not only hearing cars after cars and the motors raging from the boulevard,
not only the privatisation hell circle,
not only on the shelf sits a bottle of hydrochrolic acid, I used it to rust metal pieces
for aesthetic reasons and disrupting the well-oiled machinery,
not only are the trees by my window chanting for rebirth and bravery until the street
turns into a becoming-forest thousands of years from now,
not only numbers of euros scream behind my screen,
not only faggots and dykes in 1971 warned us to fight
narratives’ assimilation into the big fat wheels of
flat consumption, you should have seen them,
marching and chanting and proclaiming caress
above any State or nation limits, without
necessarily breathing but ventilating loud air as
a huge echo as a detonation as a survival kit for
lost emotions,
not only my brain screaming to open social network
apps 467 times a day, I don’t belong to me, inter
section of a news feed, a reacted and valorising
instant persona – that makes me sick,
not only meds help through a day or two, stomach
growling and mind ill, how do you regard
insanity and living worth, for deranged spirits
not only thinking about penis but also about
butthole, and sperm and sperm,
not only the tremble of ecstatic blur in the body,
not only beds but corrosive links, not only feet but
alternate directions,
not only solitude in the excellence of the city’s excess,
not only flower
but a blossom.
Seconds escape, your muscles process
not once but multiple times in the single night
rehearsing victory and failure,
uneasy and satisfied.
We move in the city, astonished and vivid faces
longing for a fractured experience of time,
time is our
time is your
us.
A hand becomes a blade sharpening
Haus Wien, with Belsunce Projects, Vienna, september 2021
Photos : kunst-dokumentation.com
To the spirits that stole the light of five hundred suns
Intervention in the studio, summer 2021
Give
LANA CAVE
Solo exhibition, Sissi Club, Marseille, february – march 2021
Organs, limestone
Performance, with Hugo Mir-Valette, 1h hike + 40min sound performance, natural cave in Niolon, south of France, september 2020
Fake, there must be something behind it
Video, 10mn40s, 2017 – 2019
Trailer
Exhibition view at Belsunce Projects, solo exhibition titled uhhh.. ok!, 2020
uhhh.. ok!
Solo exhibition, Belsunce Projects, Marseille, 2020
